Rain taps at my door asking to come in
The wind howls its cries to a lost love
Thunder rumbles and lightning darts
through the sky, a flash bulb in the dark
I listen, and feel, and smell the petrichor
never as happy as the nights when it storms
✨Deferential Devil✨
A bitter thread winded
amongst dreams of better things
settling deep, like the roots
of a noxious weed
Through chambered rooms
it snaked and slithered
choking a soul-weary heart
It was the biting taste
of iron in the blood
a terrible, loathsome reeking
of copper and rotten things
set aside and long forgotten
While lies filtered through veins
up to my brain to swear their hatred
Spoken as soft as a whisper
from a stage miles away
it declared that I was alone
in a world full of people
✨Deferential Devil✨
Sometimes I wonder
if I shall ever sleep again
or if I’m doomed to lie awake
on nights that turn to morning
while listening to darkness
and feeling a screens glow
with closed eyes
✨Deferential Devil✨
Things I wish I’d said
hugs I wish I’d given
places I hoped to go
but mostly
the face I wanted to see,
to kiss, to watch light up
feel their chest rise
and fall, and hear
their pleasure
Things I wish I’d done
✨Deferential Devil✨
I lie here insomnolent,
and tired beyond relief
When finally I do rest
I’m awakened
with a little voice
full of zest and
ready for a day
that I am not
✨Deferential Devil✨
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I love to watch the moon through
a lacy curtain of limbs and leaves
The way it lights up the night
or hides in a dark cloud
casting that silver lining
always sought after by the hopeful
✨Deferential Devil✨
Tonight the clouds drifted away
leaving the sky naked
for all but the stars
Because not even the moon
dared to show its face
while the stars shone so bright
✨Deferential Devil✨
There’s a hollow space
which weeps for those
lost to time and to this life
And when I think on those souls
I feel my heart squeeze with longing
A protest to a moment of remembrance
and an absence I feel with every fiber
✨Deferential Devil✨
The window screens have holes
in this rented, old house.
But I open the window still
to feel the night air,
with its gentle and refreshing chill
which lightens all that I carry
and washes the grime from my soul
✨Deferential Devil✨
They yelled hatred at me
called me names
told me I was weak
Yet, I was the one
to stand against a tyranny
of slander and harmful deeds
and didn’t bother to respond
to closed ears and minds
✨Deferential Devil✨
